I want to begin by saying I have nothing but the utmost respect for sex workers. This is just my own very small experience in that world, and my own feelings as it was happening.

December 2002, I was 19 and had moved out of home for the first time and me being me I jumped feet first to a whole new city.

I had landed a part time job at McDonalds and a second part time job working at a bar but money was always tight. One of my housemates was always flush with cash despite working similar jobs, and when I asked her about it she told me she was a sex worker. TBH I thought she was selling something else!

When she went into detail I figured I could do it. I was already far from a virgin and thought I'd already seen it all. How wrong I was!

She set up an interview with her boss, who almost jumped out of his skin to have a fresh-faced 19 year old in his office. I expected something like a porn scenario where he'd make me have sex with him on his desk or something, and I was almost disappointed when all it resulted in was a tour of the facility, introductions to the other girls, a few forms and instructions on where to go for a sexual health screening.

My first shift was two weeks after that. I didn't get chosen until about 2 hours in (this brothel did the thing where the available girls all come out to meet the customer), but I won't forget him.

He was much older than me, probably in his 60's, well dressed and he actually didn't smell like an old man. I did notice his wedding ring, but I didn't mention it. It gave me a bit of a thrill actually that a married man would be into me.

I'd been instructed on how to do the lamp test, so I got him naked, put my gloves on and did that, then got him to shower.

I gave him a nice back massage, and when I continued the massage with him rolled over he began playing with my tits. At this point I was still dressed in my lingerie, and his eyes lit up when I took my bra off.

I'd love to say the sex was mind blowing, but it really wasn't. He was normal sized, but not too hard - still hard enough to put a condom on and get it inside, but it felt nothing like the younger men I'd been with. He was just happy to lay there and have me ride him, saying his wife had never been on top.

At the mention of his wife I asked if she ever let him cum inside her to which I felt him throb inside me as he shook his head. I leaned down and whispered into his ear for him to do just that.. "cum for me, cum inside me"

Sure enough that did the trick and earned me a $100 bonus.

As he handed over the money I felt a wave of thoughts and emotions wash over me. I'd just had sex for money. Not even a lot after I paid the house fees. It wasn't terrible though. He had fun. He is married, what if his wife found out. What if my parents found out...... after he left I broke down in tears in the back room. I found out later that what I felt was perfectly normal and some girls got over it, others didn't.

I had several more clients that week, but I wound up in tears after each. So 6 days in I quit, I knew I had to get out before it ruined me.

Within a year I'd be engaged to the man who is now my husband - but to this day he doesn't know about this sliver of my life before him. I don't regret trying my hand at this line of work to find out it's not for me, but it's been far too long for me to tell my husband now!!!

April.